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[quiescere]

Damn it. I sat down with things to write, got distracted checking email and news feeds, and now it's an hour (distracted again, make that three) later and I only remember the general topics on my mind, not the specific things I had planned to say. The web is evil.

I used to write publicly, here and on several other blogs. I miss it. My writing

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[lorigami]

I was noticing with sadness the other day that your deadjournal was gone. It is nice to see you here again, so many have gone.

[quiescere]

I never quit reading, but I haven't had much to say in a long while. I fell into the trap of wanting to say something grand, something significant or captivating, and of course that proved an impossible standard. The thing I need to remember is that it's more important to post frequently, for the sake of practice.

I'm glad you're still reading. It does make me a little sad that so many have gone, but perhaps that's not all bad. At least the ones who are left are here because they want to be. Silver lining, maybe.

And apropos of nothing, your userpic is killing me.

[lorigami]

"At least the ones who are left are here because they want to be. Silver lining, maybe."

this is true.

I find myself defaulting to pictures too often. words have been harder lately.

[quandry]

Bring the bar home. Booze is expensive to buy, make your own. (Even if you just first filter cheap vodka then flavor it with something interesting.) Everybody loves coming over to drink someone's handcrafted brew. If you want to really spoil folks, bake some bread, and then task someone with bringing cheese.

SuperCatholics. Okay, so I'm ignorant. My mental images involves capes. I refuse to google to find out more because it would spoil my giggles.

I still love you and I demand to see you the next time I wander your way. Or you're always welcome to our guest room (and wine cabinet!) if you happen to be up here.

[quandry]

And, incidentally, making your own beer is pretty cheap, after you have the equipment. You might convince someone to loan you some.

[tzeca]

Please do write. When I was a kid, I wrote and drew constantly. The distractions of high school killed my drawing and college took my writing. I was never great but I was as good as some of the things I've seen published. Now, I'm feeble. I can have an idea and can barely make it into a sentence. Give me the opportunity to live vicariously.

[covenant]

*hug*